I did it slowly, with precautions, building one thing at a time.

I learned and always kept old tools, to keep seeing the path, and as pet in a certain way.

And things seemed to work.

Not always, numerous buildings had flaws, hidden and not.

But I couldn't deny it now.

I was still able to go further.

New tools, builds, pets and blueprint, they where all over the workshop. New idees were partially built in some corner, olds pains were comming back regularly.

In this chaos it was long to get anywhere or anything. Maybe it was time to move. But not yet, results were close.

It's like they want to mock my incapacity to cure them.

Eventually workshop inhabitants accepted to work together.

Without believing in it, I took the tool. And tried again. Under my hand, shaking, what was a troubled vision has become reality.

Nothing much, barely alive, but still here. Doing what I always doubted I could see one day.

I was right, it seemed now possible for me. More closely than ever before. Someday, I will get to see the end of my old vision.

And it will go away with who wants to go where I can't.